The Devil’s Walking the Streets
It’s midnight on the east coast
the streets are dark.
Freddy’s walking the pavement
with no jacket on.
The air is freezing,
the sidewalk is cracked,
the moon is hidden,
the sky is black.
Freddy stands in the alley.
A man ain’t got no home.
Mr. Green’s in the dumpster,
Joey’s by the road.
Freddy reaches for change,
but ain’t got none.
Crazy grandpa says
the depression’s begun.
There’s bread on the table,
eat the crumbs off the floor.
Never leave your life, son,
in the hands of the lord.
The factory shut down,
there wasn’t nothing to eat.
Turn off the lights,
the devil’s walking the streets.
Well, there’s a man in a suit,
briefcase in his hand
stands to make a fortune
foreclosing some land.
And there’s a man on the corner,
been there all night,
smelling of hunger.
Seems something ain’t right.
The air is thickening,
there’s tears on the streets.
The bench is cozy,
the park is asleep.
Freddy said, “man,
one thing I know,
You can leave it to the government
to drive a man from his home.”